Saturday, January 30, 2010

Christmas is Canceled

I hate buying new phones almost as much as cars. It pisses me off when I have to sign my life away for 2 years just to talk to my mother once a week. 

I'm not a phone talker and will most likely send you to voice mail hoping you'll leave me a message with whatever it is you want. But I do need a phone for text, email, calendar and especially the camera for inappropriate photos of the people around me.

So it pains me that my faithful little crackberry, which I love, is dying a slow death helped along by all the times I've dropped it over the last 1.5 years. Its side is cracked, it freezes up if I'm chatting with more than two people at a time, and it has started to obsessively synch up my calendar. 

My hubby has been encouraging me to upgrade to an iPhone, but I just can't see the phone still works it's just slower and has a few cracks, and I'm only 1.5 years into my 2 year contract with satan which means I'm not yet eligible for an inexpensive new phone.

And then last week my crackberry sent me an email that said "Christmas was canceled."

So I guess that's it, I need a new phone, preferrably one that hasn't made its own deal with satan.


Last Sunday was the big play off game with my hubby's favorite team and I really wasn't up to sitting at Harry's for 4 hours with all of our friends. So I bribed him with "If we can stay home to watch the game I will go to the store and get you whatever crap food you need to make it feel like a party." Here is his list:

bean dip

Velveeta? Where the hell do you find Velveeta? It has never made it's way onto my shopping list. But my hubby grew up in a family where Velveeta Chili Cheese Dip was a favorite family recipe therefore it fits into the "Comfort Food" category.

So I find myself at Winco, 30 minutes before game time, wandering the aisles because I had heard someone once say that Velveeta didn't need to be refrigerated. I thought it might be by the Kraft Mac & Cheese, because that's not food either. I was wrong.

Winco merchandises Velveeta in the cheese cooler. I grabbed the only humongous block they offerred, added some naan bread and hummus to the cart for me and checked out.

And that is how I lost my Velveeta virginity. My mom would be so not proud.


I'm not sure how it's going to turn out, except I'll die in the end, she said. So really, what could go wrong?

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